Post by faust on Oct 17, 2008 12:36:59 GMT -5
oh look.
Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, are we just getting more lost?[/color]
i'll show you mine if you show me yours first {x}
let's compare scars i'll tell you whose is worse {x}
let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words {x}
i've been here so long; think that its time to move {x}
the winter's so cold summer's over too soon {x}
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
___________let's blow this world to bits_______________________
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___________and the waves crashed upon the shore.___________
with these thoughts alone I caress, the memory of you.
your shining faces, could only shine so true.
so I'll live in the past, what else is there to do-
the lives you had, their date now past due.
here to wait, until I too can make it through.
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it's
w h i t e k i t .
Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, are we just getting more lost?[/color]
i'll show you mine if you show me yours first {x}
- whitekit -
- whitepaw -
- white___ -
- whitepaw -
- white___ -
let's compare scars i'll tell you whose is worse {x}
- tom -
let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words {x}
- one moons -
i've been here so long; think that its time to move {x}
- eclipseclan -
the winter's so cold summer's over too soon {x}
- kit -
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
___________let's blow this world to bits_______________________
alabaster banishes daring ebony as cloaking figure smuggles away what lies underneath. striking hues, little in appearance is the juvenile. colors not to vary beyond that of a pure ivory and tainting smudges of an off-color charcoal. disorganized and varying as they speckle the slender bodice of the young kit. the build of whitekit differs mildly from that of his kin. his instead being burly, even now masculinity shows. stocky and stout with broad shoulders, he's built for ranks of warriors. despite his overall appearance, his movements are smooth and fluid like. running together in a rhythmic pattern.
weaponry consists of dangerous tools and accessories. under size paws are armed heavily with shredding implements, sharply edged. they are put to little use for the time being, now just something that are 'there'. other natural resources for his protection are lethal fangs, put to use even now. for his food of course. facial features are angular and jutting. sharp, high-set cheekbones jut out from his diluted pelt. muzzle is edged and crosses together to form his unique visage. nose takes on a darker hue, soft shades of grey consisting of this. ears seems to have a mind of their own as they have a witty sense about them. tender do ever the most inaudible of noises, whitekit has wonderful hearing abilities. the eyes of this kit are an interesting trait of his appearance. the coloring of these, hard to perceive. sometimes they are a gentle, glided aureate. while on other occasions, they are an eccentric, static hazel. on average, the physical visual of this tom is decent and perhaps even a tad handsome.
___________________and blame it on the innocent.___________
weaponry consists of dangerous tools and accessories. under size paws are armed heavily with shredding implements, sharply edged. they are put to little use for the time being, now just something that are 'there'. other natural resources for his protection are lethal fangs, put to use even now. for his food of course. facial features are angular and jutting. sharp, high-set cheekbones jut out from his diluted pelt. muzzle is edged and crosses together to form his unique visage. nose takes on a darker hue, soft shades of grey consisting of this. ears seems to have a mind of their own as they have a witty sense about them. tender do ever the most inaudible of noises, whitekit has wonderful hearing abilities. the eyes of this kit are an interesting trait of his appearance. the coloring of these, hard to perceive. sometimes they are a gentle, glided aureate. while on other occasions, they are an eccentric, static hazel. on average, the physical visual of this tom is decent and perhaps even a tad handsome.
___________________and blame it on the innocent.___________
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first looks are always deceptive. the odd one out whitekit is in the personality department out of his siblings. mental attraction, the desire for commanding is that to be had. sometimes depicted as 'bossy', it can be proven true. the tom enjoys leading, though it could be a fitting role for him. other marks of his persona deny this. why be one to follow when there's always the opportunity to lead! to fall in line is his dread, but he is still respectful to those above him.
an aggressive air is held about him as a hiss can always be found burning in his throat. always the first to attack when angered, violence tags along fitfully with the he-kit. irritable and easy to anger. one can say that he has a temper and a vile character, not the truth this is at times. despite his fierce nature, whitekit could quite simply be a well, decent mannered feline; however, this side is rare to be shown. blunt in his ways, he is not stunning on first impressions. holding a polite tongue though, he can pull through. a rough individual, he takes some time getting used too.
an aggressive air is held about him as a hiss can always be found burning in his throat. always the first to attack when angered, violence tags along fitfully with the he-kit. irritable and easy to anger. one can say that he has a temper and a vile character, not the truth this is at times. despite his fierce nature, whitekit could quite simply be a well, decent mannered feline; however, this side is rare to be shown. blunt in his ways, he is not stunning on first impressions. holding a polite tongue though, he can pull through. a rough individual, he takes some time getting used too.
_______________still the devilry condemned us._______________
a story, a tale, a neverending life.
a declaration of love made possible the coming of new life. such sweet devotion, to ponder the thought. a numbering of the digit three were brought to being. three lives, three loves, three losses, in the end of course. for what will come. still there is always a momentous scene behind that of a new act, this is but one.
sorrow enveloped, that of one named Silverleaf. her beginning moments grief stricken, stressful. still it all goes on. as she grew, passing the first stages of kit-hood and apprenticeship. her day came for her ceremony. a day looked forward to by ever member of the youth. tragedy is blind though, it strikes haphazardously, uncaring of it's victim. our young she-kit was assaulted by this bearer of depression. death struck her sire, her beloved father the day before that of her ceremony.
who could expect her reaction as the only typical, expected one of anguish? inconsolable despair, mourning pain. who did not feel the misery of a passed loved one? Only those without heart to speak of. Of course, life did not feel the same for newly established warrior. It goes on though, and yet hope remains. A light is nothing to ease the pain.
Help came in the form of a young cat dubbed Freefang. An alabaster stricken warrior, handicapped at birth with a lame paw. This did little to phase the tom. Why give in to such misfortune, if that it could be called. Their meeting came in good faith. Recruited into the same hunting patrol as one another by Amethyststar. A strike a luck on both sides! Who's to say it wasn't meant to be?
In the dark enclosure, the freshening scent if earth and air in inhaling lungs. pressure allowing the force. dirt cool and rough against stretching flesh. Here was where new members came to play in the game. thus the existence of whitekit, and the others that share the same blood.
a declaration of love made possible the coming of new life. such sweet devotion, to ponder the thought. a numbering of the digit three were brought to being. three lives, three loves, three losses, in the end of course. for what will come. still there is always a momentous scene behind that of a new act, this is but one.
sorrow enveloped, that of one named Silverleaf. her beginning moments grief stricken, stressful. still it all goes on. as she grew, passing the first stages of kit-hood and apprenticeship. her day came for her ceremony. a day looked forward to by ever member of the youth. tragedy is blind though, it strikes haphazardously, uncaring of it's victim. our young she-kit was assaulted by this bearer of depression. death struck her sire, her beloved father the day before that of her ceremony.
who could expect her reaction as the only typical, expected one of anguish? inconsolable despair, mourning pain. who did not feel the misery of a passed loved one? Only those without heart to speak of. Of course, life did not feel the same for newly established warrior. It goes on though, and yet hope remains. A light is nothing to ease the pain.
Help came in the form of a young cat dubbed Freefang. An alabaster stricken warrior, handicapped at birth with a lame paw. This did little to phase the tom. Why give in to such misfortune, if that it could be called. Their meeting came in good faith. Recruited into the same hunting patrol as one another by Amethyststar. A strike a luck on both sides! Who's to say it wasn't meant to be?
In the dark enclosure, the freshening scent if earth and air in inhaling lungs. pressure allowing the force. dirt cool and rough against stretching flesh. Here was where new members came to play in the game. thus the existence of whitekit, and the others that share the same blood.
___________and the waves crashed upon the shore.___________
let's call it, the end.
with these thoughts alone I caress, the memory of you.
your shining faces, could only shine so true.
so I'll live in the past, what else is there to do-
the lives you had, their date now past due.
here to wait, until I too can make it through.
- s i l v e r l e a f -
- f r e e f a n g -
- - the p a r e n t a g e - -
- r a i n k i t -
- f r o s t k i t -
- - the s i b l i n g s - -
- f r e e f a n g -
- - the p a r e n t a g e - -
- r a i n k i t -
- f r o s t k i t -
- - the s i b l i n g s - -
_______a raven passed overhead.___________________________
my beloved carrion crow.
- post example here. -
- painting portraits of ghosts -
my beloved carrion crow.
- post example here. -
- painting portraits of ghosts -
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